We were broken up. I'm not going to sugarcoat it; I lied to my longtime girlfriend, Bethany (Beth), she caught me and she asked me to leave our house we were renting.
So as summer began, I found myself on one of my friends' couches. I was still working retail back then, so it would take some time to save some money and figure out a plan for a new place. Thankfully, my friend did not mind and was gracious about the whole thing.
Contact between us was minimal. I could come to the house and get clothes if I needed them, but for the most part, she didn't want me around. I remember that I was so scared of confrontation with Beth that I once snuck into the house after I was sure she was asleep just to get clothes.
This was before she told me I could come in whenever I needed to of course.
Beth is a Cancer and her birthday falls in late June. I was still in contact with some of her friends and they told me they were planning on taking her out the night of. I had no desire to ruin her night so I didn't plan on seeing her at all.
I don't feel great about this but apparently, Beth was not doing well with our breakup. We had had a few conversations about my lying, and all of them ended with her and tears. I wasn't doing great either but I understood why she made the decision she did.
But while I was still able to go out to a few bars and clubs and hang out with my friends to distract myself, Beth didn't want any parts of that. She frequently passed up opportunities to go out just to sit at home with our 5-year-old dog.
A few months earlier, Beth had picked out this red top when we were out shopping. It was bright red and low cut, all the way down to the belly button. I loved it from the first time I saw her in it. Beth had C cup breasts, which I adored (literally and figuratively) but she always wished they were bigger. Braless, her tits were the perfect size to fit under the material.
And her nipples got so hard.
When she bought it, she said she would wear it the next time we went out.
Then she caught me lying.
I hadn't seen anyone since our breakup. I flirted a little, maybe sent a few innocent drunk texts but nothing substantial came from it. I was holding out hope that we might still be able to work things out I guess.
Beth's birthday was on a Friday that year. I don't know about you, but your birthday always feels a little more important when it's on a Friday or Saturday. Add in the fact that our town had a lively nightlife geared towards 20 year olds like us and you can see where this is going.
The night itself was a blur. I didn't try to call, text, or see Beth, but I had found something to get into and was very inebriated.
I have a friend who first told me about her concept about the perfect level of drunk. We never hooked up or anything but her mom referred to me as the brother she never had. Our significant others were never a fan of our friendship though. I digress...
She said that when you're at a perfect level of drunk, you're clearly drunk but then also not sloppy. But also, you're able to continue drinking to maintain your perfect drunk without tipping over that fine line into sloppy drunk.
I think I was the perfect level of drunk that night.
It was close to 11 when I got a text from Beth.
B: It's my birthday and you didn't even try to see me.
We started exchanging texts and the next thing I know, I'm walking in the front door to our apartment.
Her friend Jane and her sister Mindy were there. I had seen a few pictures on Facebook before they went out. Jane was the one who was still talking to me. Mindy wasn't.
Sidebar: Two years later, I found out that Jane loved to suck dick and she actually blew me outside of a hotel in the southern part of the state. Beth and I were no longer together.
Bethany was drunk, as in lying on the floor behind the couch. Her phone was lying beside her and she had last texted about 10 minutes earlier.
"Oh she's done," I said to Jane and Mindy.
"We were trying to get her upstairs and in bed but she wouldn't do anything but text you," Mindy replied. She stood against the wall with her arms folded and had no problem showing how much contempt she had for me. "Then she laid on the floor."
Jane leaned over Bethany.
"Hey hon, we have to get you to bed so we can go home and get to bed." Beth put her arms out so Jane could pull her up but Beth only knocked her off balance and they both ended up back on the floor.
I helped Jane up and then I was able to get Beth up. She wasn't sturdy, but she managed to throw an arm around my shoulders and lean her head into me.
"I can put her to bed," I suggested.
"I'm sure you can," Mindy rolled her eyes as she stalked past me. I heard her heels on the linoleum floor in the kitchen and then heard the second bedroom door slam shut.
"She's going to sleep until noon tomorrow, we've both seen her this drunk before," I said to Jane. "I'll put her to bed; you can crash here or drive home if you're okay. I'll text Mindy to keep an eye on her after I get her settled."
Jane shrugged and picked up her purse and her keys. She leaned into Beth and gave her a hug.
"Happy birthday. I love you!" she half whispered into her ear.
"I love you too hon," Beth responded. I started helping her to her bedroom, the one we used to share until a month ago.
I sat her on the bed and told her I'd be right back. She immediately fell back on the bed. I went back through our apartment and did a quick sweep. I grabbed two bottles of water, turned off the kitchen lights, everything in the living room, and the bathroom light. Beth's room was dark and a small glow came from under Mindy's door.
